beyond dark gossamer veils

beyond dark gossamer veils
she waits in blackened silence
each tick of the clock
completes with palpitations
deep within her being
her tousled hair lies gently
flowing down amethyst silk
of her ruffled peasant gown

He spreads the veils and sees
her silhouette framed by the
flickering of a single white candle
a celestial beauty, heavenly angel
smelling of jasmine and honeysuckle
the sensual enchantress breeches silence
with a soft laugh and gypsy smile
trebling for His long awaited touch